Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.